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Lil Baby & Lil Durk - Thats Facts (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Nick Rice
Nick Rice
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Wheezy outta here) She sent a sad emoji when I fuck and leave She say I treat her like a slut Bae, I can't come to your condo Can't fit in no parking garage in this big ass truck If it was once then it might've been luck If I did it two times then it stand for something All my niggas say I'm fuckin' the game up With all of these bitches, I'm payin' too much I'm gettin' a lot of money, I ain't trippin' If I ain't popped the seal, I ain't sippin' I paint my Wagen blue, I'm still Crippin' Hope you know I remember, I ain't forgetful Give her the world, and she gon' still come to me Oh, you ain't heard? I'm motherfuckin' with her But, boy, you a wankster, you ain't even lit enough I don't got no involvement but they hit 'em up Three mill' a year, what my artists make minimum Look at me, I done built me a business up Baby JAY-Z, I run me a billy up Gave her seventy-five hundred, her titties up It's like ten of us with a Richard Millie We be turning shit up, you should fuck with us You can't name a young crew that can fuck with us Any category, we'll fuck 'em up From the cars, to jewels, to titles, to deeds, to streets, to beef Whatever, they know it's us I'm 4 Pockets, I pop out with OTF We gon' be at the top, you can meet us there I'm tryna motivate the hood to do better I lost my coat, and I had to wear two sweaters I ain't been rich all my life, don't be fooled I sold them nicks and them dimes at the school Been a lil' player, knew I was gon' be the one I'm buyin' all the pretty girls lunch My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem When in fifth grade I got kicked out for hunchin' We follow all of the opps on our Finsta Soon as they post a location, we flip 'em My niggas takers, I ain't talkin' pictures They be on bullshit, I can't take 'em with me Shit ain't all bread and butter, I come from the gutter Sat in prison a couple of years I got my shit together, some investment partners Now I own me a couple of million I really paid all cash for that (that's cash) Nigga, that's facts (phew) I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad) Nigga, I'm good (I'm good) All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag) They know how to jugg (jugg) Everybody gettin' straight to it Everybody come from the hood Everybody ain't gon' do it I really paid all cash for that (that's cash) Nigga, that's facts (phew) I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad) Nigga, I'm good (I'm good) All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag) They know how to jugg (jugg) Everybody gettin' straight to it Everybody come from the hood Everybody ain't gon' do it I just fuck too many bitches, I only gave one of 'em money She might want a Bentley or somethin' A real one, I still gave her hits even though she was fuckin' on Gunna I done gave lawyers to niggas who really be dissin' But fuck it, them niggas gon' tell if it's fuck 'em And it's some bitches I'm hittin', I'm thinkin' I'm lit But in reality I can't duck 'em Check my net worth, hundred-fifty cash on the pay worth Google better change my net worth I paid three-million cash for all the cars I got Pink slip come through the mail though I done spent money in all the stores, I need to call Dior I been 300 before he was claimin' 300, I could've signed Lyor Rappers slick, tryna pull up to my sessions, they tryna find they whores Bronem takin' every Glock they see, what is we buyin' them for? He say he be hangin' with murderers, I'm with the murderers So niggas is not who you think Niggas be plottin' and takin' all shit that you rockin' As soon as you niggas can blink (You not from the mud) If you ain't wash up in the sink (You not from the mud) If you ain't grow up with a Link It's Only The Family, fuck what you believe, shit, free Lil Steve I heard niggas say I couldn't come on my block, shit, this shit on my sleeve I fuck one bitch everybody wanna fuck, had that hoe on her knees I fuck with all the gangsters, and we locked in with the T's I really paid all cash for that (that's cash) Nigga, that's facts (phew) I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad) Nigga, I'm good (I'm good) All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag) They know how to jugg (jugg) Everybody gettin' straight to it Everybody come from the hood Everybody ain't gon' do it I really paid all cash for that (that's cash) Nigga, that's facts (phew) I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad) Nigga, I'm good (I'm good) All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag) They know how to jugg (jugg) Everybody gettin' straight to it Everybody come from the hood Everybody ain't gon' do it
Writer(s): Durk D. Banks, Wesley Tyler Glass, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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